These red roses are for Zoe, because she gave me Aerial by Kate Bush.
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
That blackbirds sing at dusk
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust
I played it on repeat while doing some letterpress printing today, an experimental piece about the colour red for an exhibition in Redcliffe, Qld, next year. That album is a wonderful thing to print/think/get creative to.
We went up to the top of the highest hill and stopped
Still
It was just so beautiful
It was just so beautiful
It was just so beautiful
This is where the shadows come to play twixt the day
And night
Dancing and skipping
Along a chink of light
Somewhere in between
The waxing and the waning wave
Somewhere in between
What the song and silence say
Somewhere in between
I heart Zoe.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
remember to breathe
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